User blog comment:Corbus/Saviors of Southsward/@comment-4423064-20140713203255/@comment-3474228-20140715202817

Not far behind the rat, a ferret quickly conceals his weapons underneath a hooded cloak before entering the tavern. New to this country, but not unaware of the turmoil setting in, he would soon know which side to join. He would only live for his best interests, joining Kravak's forces if it meant prolonging his life and earning him the fruits of the woodlanders' labor.

His hidden gaze shifts around before he lowers his hood and inhales deeply, taking in the humid air. He swipes a half-empty tankard of ale from a visibly drunk stoat and sits down across from Jirkin, taking a large swig as he does so. Coughing in disgust, he sets the drink down and eyes Jirkin.